Personal Narrative: The First Time I Drive

The most outstanding moment of my life so far is when i got my first car.It was a cool March morning in Pensacola Florida.I had my drivers test at eight thirty in the morning at the DMV on W street.As i got to the DMV ,we checked in for my appointment we had made.Soon the instructor came out and told me it was my turn.As nervous but as ready as i could be,i followed him out to my car.After he checked to make sure all safety requirement were checked,i began my test.All i could remember was what my parents had told me.¨If you pass your drivers test you will get a car.¨.When i finished my test,i had only missed 9 points.So i went back into the DMV and took my picture for my license.On my way back home my mom said ¨we have something for you.¨.As

I approached the vehicle and asked MD why she was driving without someone 21 years of age in the vehicle and she informed me that she just wanted to hang out with friends and watch the fireworks. I asked MD if anyone in the vehicle had consumed alcohol and she told me no.

It's Friday, March 25 in the morning at about 7:00 am when my mom wakes all of us up to get ready to leave. On the way to Minnesota we were driving, but still in suamico, we stopped at a Kwik Trip gas station to fill up the tank. We all were thirsty so we got a water from the cooler in the back of the truck, but my brother Roy spilled his all over himself and on the seats.”Good thing it's just water.” My mom said. As we drove across the imaginary line splitting Wisconsin with Minnesota there was a big rock carved into the shape of Minnesota that said, “Welcome To Minnesota.” When we were on the highway we almost got into two major accidents, the first one was when we had an open lane ahead the driver to the right of us tried coming into our lane right next to us and put our left two tires

It was a brisk foggy afternoon that was soon to turn to night. John had just waved by to all his friends at the party. It was a thirty minute drive home down some back roads in the country. Five minutes down the road it got dark and foggy, John was trying to get home as fast as he could safely. He was surrounded by open fields and corn fields on all sides. Then before he knew it his truck started to stall for an unexplainable reason. John immediately started to panic but tried to stay calm the best that he could. His truck came to a complete stop and there he was on a back road in the middle of nowhere. The only thing that he could see in front of him was a mailbox with a long drive with cornfields on both sides. John had no other option in the world

You may have asked why I started with that saying but just imagine an elephant sitting on you it would probably be heavy right? Well that’s how felt on cold morning knowing what I had to do and if I don’t do it right the first time five more elephants would have been sitting on me.

As I felt the truck buck, I knew I that hadn’t switched gears properly. The engine shut off and the evening dragged on. “You killed it,” my father told me. I restarted the old truck up and tried driving again. Learning to drive was very difficult for me, but I needed to learn so that I could transport my brother and me to school and wherever else we needed to go. I waited to get behind the wheel of an automobile until I finished the dull driver’s education class that my parents had signed me up for a month after turning fifteen. I thought that I would easily pick up driving since I had passed all the written tests without any problems, but I was wrong.

Thanks for researching the car for me. I did not think it would be much, but I was hoping it would be worth $3,000. My parents told Cora she could have the car and if they sold the farm for a good price they would have it restored enough to drive. The farm has not sold, and my parents and then my mother has given her enough money already the past two or three years. Not to air out my family problems but you are probably used to that by now. I am sure I have given you the information you could have done without knowing. My daughter fell in love with a lazy jerk about two years ago. She quit her job and moved in with him and his mother an hour and a half south of us to a small town that is in the middle of nowhere. The closest town has two colleges,

Around the time I was getting settled into sophomore year at Memorial, I got my driver’s license. The freedom of driving alone was awesome but having my license was beneficial since I had an off-campus practice for the golf team nearly every day. At first, you could say I was a little bit paranoid because I was inexperienced and I was driving a nice truck which was my first car. Eventually, I felt more relaxed and I started to gain confidence behind the wheel. This false sense of confidence caused the biggest and definitely the most expensive mistake I have made in my entire life.

When winter approached my car was transformed into a frozen ice block along with the rest of Indiana. As the days passed, frigid sheets of snow and ice that covered the roads and stores covered my car as well. At that point, I realized my car was ugly and nearly worthless, but my parents wanted me to remain positive, focusing on what the car did do. My vehicle had functioning heat and four-wheel-drive for the snow; however, none of that matters if the car is too cold to start. As the winter progressed, the car became more and more difficult to drive. Though I knew the moment I had been waiting for was quickly approaching, my parents and I didn't have the money for a new car to replace it, and that's when I experienced a change of heart and

On the way to the car, we discussed the effects of winning when you lived with someone who was unable to lose gracefully. Rhonda dismissed the whole thing, mumbling something about garbage.

It all started on June 26 2016, when my mom and dad decided to teach me how to drive. We were in the living room that day. But that's not where my story begins. It begins in a solitary alley over there in Mexico. With colorful walls like if it was an art gallery full of meaningful graffiti. It had this weird yet soothing smell like gasoline. And small like Ms. Mckeoghs classroom.

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive. ..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about 100 miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"

Racing 150 miles per hour through the streets of California in 80 thousand dollar cars; that’s my life and ill take you through the beginning. It all started when I was in high school one day after school I seen my friend Jake with a 1994 Toyota Supra. I swear that car had everything done to it, it easily could have had 80 thousand dollars worth of parts in that car. I was amazed and was so curious how he got the money for that car. He told me to meet him at the body shop on North Avenue at 9 o’clock. He picked me up there and we went to this street where tons of amazing cars were lined up. We drove up next to this Mazda and then everyone started cheering and going wild. Jake looked at me, smiled, then asked “are you ready?”. Then this girl

I was 17 years old when I bought my first car. It was a green 2000 Honda Accord. It was an experience I would never forget. It was summer of 2007 and I was on my way to becoming a senior the following semester. I wanted to start the year of perfect, for te past couple of years in high school I was walking home, catching rides to parties but this year was going be different this year I was finally getting my own wheels. The thing is it was a lot easier said than done.

The first car I ever owned was a Volkswagen Polo. This car was my pride and joy and it took my life for a ride, literally. Little did I know, when I got that beauty, it was going to be the thing that saved me.